A group af people is waiting for the end of the world in an English mansion. Jackson describes the nature of humans in a dark but very entertaining way. The book is a proof of her exeptional ability to create a fantastic and absorbing reading experience. ( )

Jackson's books are never straightforward, and this one more so than any others I've read. I've read that given the unpleasantness of the characters, it's considered satire. That's an interesting bit to chew on, considering I've written a book with an unpleasant main character (which is, I will completely admit, very much influenced by Jackson's works). Have I inadvertently written a satire? Might be the case since I often inadvertently read satires...